Ken writes: "In 1872, a 13 year old Irish girl,
Jane Mullaney, immigrated to New York City from Ireland with her mother, Mary.
As was common at the time, they settled in a predominantly Irish section of
Manhattan. It was a working class neighborhood, and as such, the men would
dress accordingly as they left for work in the morning. When she would return
home from school in the afternoon, Jane -who was my great-grandmother - would
often run into the "rich man" who lived down the hall from their
apartment as he was taking his small white dog for a walk. Unlike most of
the men of the area, he was always dressed in a tuxedo and was home when others
were at their jobs. He always tipped his hat and smiled as he passed her in
the hall.

One day, when her mother was speaking with some of the other tenants, she
asked about the nice man with the little dog. Their faces blanched, and the
shocked tenants asked her to describe the man in greater detail. The man,
as it turns out, was a waiter who worked the night shift in an exclusive restaurant
(hence the tuxedo). He would walk his dog every afternoon before going to
work and was a quiet and cordial neighbor. One night a year earlier, he had
quietly committed suicide in his bedroom. I think maybe, many decades later,
he might have stopped by to pay a visit to the pretty little Irish girl who
had lived down the hall."

This photo was taken of a tenant on the porch of this apartment.
In the window you can see the face of a man peering out. If you look closely,
you can see a noose around his neck. Most people can see a second face to
the right, which appears to be a second face. Also, to the left of the man
at eye level is what appears to be the head of a small dog.